Holy Shit, I’m Legit!

DUDES! You will NOT believe the day I had!

Okay–school was okay. Well, school had real shit potential, actually. The Junior class (all three of my sections are Juniors) are spinning screaming through roll permutations like a gerbil in a gyroscope–I lose five, I get six. And this will probably go on for a couple of weeks, and, yeah, it leaves me absolutely fucking dizzy. Leaves everyone else that way too– but 200 of the kids who signed up at the beginning didn’t show up (it’s usually the exact reverse–we get 200 MORE than we had at the beginning) and let’s just say that thanks to the Governator, we have NO room for error–or for room in our classrooms. And all of our safety net teachers have been laid off. It can only get worse–but my kids have been EXTRA sweet, and I still am not stressing. (Someone call the cops–I think they put a roofie or something in my daily soda!)

And, after a day during which my internals kept trying hard to be my externals (I have no idea why, but the toilet was my FRIEND!) I came home from Ladybug’s dance lessons thinking of fixing a nice mild dinner of top ramen (cause we’re poor that way right now) and found that Big T was thoughtful enough to cook dinner instead.

I got a salami and green bean omelette. Have I mentioned that the toilet is my FRIEND? Because we’re about to go talk about old times for the umpteenth time tonight.

But that roofie might still be at work, because I’m all good.

Or maybe, just maybe, my even keel can be attributed to the following things:

A. I sent RAMPANT off today–it’s heading for Roxie first and Needletart second (uhm, because I didn’t write down all of Needletart’s address, that’s why…) and I’ll get some feedback on my baby. I’m sort of worried. As I wrap this one up, I keep getting e-mail and reviews about the first three, and now I’m just FREAKING OUT that this one won’t live up to the others. Talk about pressure! I feels it!

B. I got the COOLEST letter today from an old student who has been reading the books to keep her sane during medical school. DUDES! Cool. Just unbefuckingbelievably cool!

B. Uhm, you may remember I mentioned something or other about a supershort that Dreamspinner published with their newsletter? Uhm-hm… and that I’d submitted a story to them for a collection they were publishing? Uh-hm. Well, last night I submitted a second installment to that supershort–completely for the hell of it. Not for money, not because I thought they’d publish it–just because the editing staff seemed VERY excited about the first one, and I was between WIPS and I thought they’d like the second one.

Okay…this gets complex.

I got a very nice e-mail today saying that SHIRT (the name of the story) wasn’t really going to work for their anthology, but maybe I should resubmit it to one of their other departments. I was THRILLED. I sent back an e-mail asking which editor I should send it to.

I got back another e-mail saying, “Hold on a minute… we need to finish this conference call. We’ve got an idea…”

Of course I got that RIGHT before I had to take off to soccer/dance etc. so waiting for that idea was AGONY! But when I got back, it was worth it.

Dudes–I’m legit.

Dreamspinner press is going to publish my supershorts and the short story (titled Shirt) and they’ve asked me if I can write a couple more supershorts for them. This anthology is set to be reviewed by mainstream women’s magazines when it comes out. I’m published. I’ve been accepted. Not the way I ever planned, but… but… DAMN.

I’m invited to the party.

Holy Goddess, Merciful God, REALLY let me not suck this time.

Canyagimmehallelujia? AMEN.